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BY REV. THOMAS NIELD. 

AUTHOR OF 

"Baptism in Stioi-t Jvletet-," 

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PREFACE 



In the following hymns the author's heart 
has broken its alabaster box of ointment, in the 
hope that its perfume may refresh other souls, 
by leading them nearer to God and heaven. 
In this hope he sends forth his little volume. 
It will be perceived that he is not an apostle 
of the "New Theology," which would heath- 
enize the 01d-,T.estament,, and so.rnake Christ 
no longer "The Lamb of God Avbich taketh 
away the sin of the world," but rather a phil- 
osophical gentleman of lofty ethical percep- 
tions, having courage equal to his convictions; 
nor yet one who thinks it wrong to sing what 
it is right to talk in the Lord's house. In 
verse and prose, in song and prayer, in the 
closet and the temple, give us Jesus, in some 
aspect of his person, his teaching or his life; 
for where Jesus is not, God is afar ofif. But 



4 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

we demand Jesus the God-man ; for where the 
God is not, only a man is left, and man is the 
equal of Christ. Let any one read the prophe- 
cies of the Old Testament, and the gospels of 
the New, and then say whether he dare make 
such claims for himself, or for any other man, 
as are there made for "the Christ, the Son of 
the living God." T. N. 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



PAGE. 

God Incomprehensible 13 

The Triune God 14 

What We Know of God 15 

The V'oice of God in His Works 16 

Psalm 1 17 

Psalm II 18 

Psalm III 19 

Psalm V 20 

Psalm LXXV 21 

Psalm XC 22 

Christ the First Fruits 23 

Psalm XCIII 24 

Psalm C 25 

Psalm cm 26 

Psalm CXXX 27 

Psalm CXXXIII 28 

Psalm CXLVI 29 

Psalm CL 30 

Great Tidings of Great Joy 31 

The Wondrous Birth 32 



6 TABLi: OF CONTI^NTS. 

PAGE. 

The Word was God 33 

The Lamb of God 34 

He is Risen 35 

Shall Man be Just with God? 36 

The Rich Became Poor 37 

The Way, the Truth, the Life 38 

The True Rock 39 

Christ with Us 40 

The Altogether Lovely 41 

The Conquering Kingdom 42 

Thy Kingdom Come 43 

The Gospel Triumphant 44 

The Greater A^Iiracles 45 

The Holy Spirit's Work 46 

God Found in His Work ; . 47 

The Holy Book 48 

Love of the Word 49 

God's Word Unchangeable 50 

The Truth Abides . 51 

The Lord's Memorial Day 52 

The Holy Day 53 

Joy in Worship 54 

In the Sanctuary 55 



table; of contents. 7 

PACK. 

Oethsemane 56 

The Costly Sacrifice 57 

An Advocate with the Father 58 

Self-Denial 59 

Consecration 60 

Faith 61 

Desire for Faith 62 

Self-Righteousness Vain 63 

Saved by Grace 64 

Assurance 65 

My Trust 66 

Grace for Grace 67 

Seeking Help 68 

Free in Christ 69 

Glorying in Christ 70 

The Sinner's Friend 71 

The Heavenly Bread ^2. 

Buried with Christ 73 

Bearing the Cross 74 

Help Received 75 

Pleasant Ways "^6 

Self Lost in God yj 

God My Strength 78 



8 TABI^e: 01^ CONTENTS. 

PACK. 

Afflictions 79 

The Cross Twice Borne 80 

Loving the Savior 81 

Trust in Christ 82 

My Treasure 83 

Divine Goodness 84 

Prayer for Christlikeness 85 

Prayer for Purity 86 

A Desire to Depart 87 

Jesus Precious in Death 88 

Seeking the Spirit's Aid 89 

Be Thankful 90 

Be Not Anxious 91 

Have Courage 92 

Watch and Pray 93 

Hold On 94 

The Christian Race 95 

A Friend in Need 96 

Loss is Gain 97 

Gone Home 98 

Rejoice 99 

Confession 100 

Revive Us Again loi 



Table o:^ contknts. 9 

PACK. 

Forgive as We Forgive 102 

By the Rivers of Babylon 104 

The Ways of Providence 105 

Murmuring 106 

We Kiiow in Part 107 

The New Jerusalem 108 

Saved by Hope 109 

In the Wilderness no 

The Glorious Hope in 

The Almighty Shepherd 112 

Heaven 113 

Our House Above 114 

In Remembrance 115 

Bearing Christ's Afflictions 116 

A Temple of the Holy Spirit 117 

Spiritual Communion 118 

The Friend of the Poor 119 

The Increase of God 120 

Divine Knowledge 121 

Stewardship 122 

Using as Not Abusing 123 

Worldly Cares 124 

Children of a King 125 



lo table: of conte:nts. 

PAG^. 

God Will Provide 126 

Be Not Fearful 127 

Dismissing Care 128 

Daily Victory 129 

To-Morrow 130 

Our Opportunity 131 

My Mission 132 

Do Thy Work 133 

Why Stand Ye Idle ? 134 

The Sinner's Plea 135 

Your Work 136 

The World for Jesus 137 

At the Mercy vSeat 138 

Pray On 139 

The Hour of Prayer 140 

Asking Amiss 141 

The Faithful One 142 

Brotherly Love 143 

Man Immortal 144 

The All-Seeing Eye 145 

The Fool's Hope 146 

Sowing and Reaping 147 

The Downward Road 148 



TABI^e: of COxNTKNTS. II 

page:. 

Divine Long-Suffering 14^ 

Warning i^o 

The Passover i^i 

Losing the Soul 1^2 

Delaying 1^3 

No Peace in Sin 1^4 

Choose icc 

In the Storm 1^6 

Repenting 157 

Make a Stand for Jesus 158 

The Reward of Sin is Sure 159 

The Judgment Day 160 



ERRATA. 

Page 43, line 6 — for "bend" read "tend." 
Page 47, line 10 — read "unsealed." 
Page 62, line 5 — for "brace" read "trace." 
Page 66, line 11 — after "goodness" read 

"doth." 
Page 76, line 9 — for "much" read "such." 
Page 104, line i — for "Babylon's" read 

"Babylonia's." 
Page 166, line i — for "Lost" read "Tost." 



the: tempi^E harp. 13 

GOD INCOMPREHENSIBLE. 

Great Being! vainly finite thought 

Would try to grasp infinity. 
In vain the greatest minds have sought, 

With all their powers, to fashion thee. 

Beyond the farthest orb of light 

That greets the earth with glimmering rays, 

Thou art as limitless in might 

As wliere on myriad worlds we gaze. 

Whate'er exists thy hands have made; 

Its tiestiny thine eye hath scanned. 
The future, to thy m.ind portrayed, 

Is only what that mind had planned. 

In vain, then, would our finite thought 

Attempt to grasp infinity. 
In vain the greatest minds have sought, 

In vain shall seek, to fashion thee. 



14 THE TEMPI,!: HARP. 

THE TRIUNE GOD. 

Eternal God! who madest known 
Thyself at first upon thy throne, 

One God, and only one, — 
We joy that, in a later day. 
Thou show'dst us, in a gracious way. 

Thy Godhood in the Son. 

We praise thee, too, that later still 
Thou madest known thy fuller will 

As God the Comforter. 
Thus Father, Son and Spirit blend. 
And we are brought to apprehend 

Thy threefold character. 

Grant, O Thou triune God, that we 
That threefold character may see, 

And find a threefold grace. 
Come, Jesus! wash away our sin; 
Come, Spirit! sanctify within; 

Then, Father, show thy face. 



THD T^MPI.1: HARP. 1 5 

WHAT WE KNOW OF GOD. 

Lord, since we so little know 
Of thy wondrous works below, 
Vain indeed the task must be 
When our minds would compass thee. 

Yet how much of thee we know, 
Mirrored in thy w^orks below; 
Much of mightiness to fear, 
Much of wisdom to revere. 

And thou dost the power bestow 
Grandest things of thee to know; 
Truths that else must lie concealed 
In thy Word we find revealed. 

There thou dost thy nature show 
Till thy very heart we know, 
And wx smile to look above. 
Knowing well that thou art Love. 



i6 the: tempIvE harp. 

THE VOICE OF GOD IN HIS WORKS. 
Psalm xix. 1-3. 

In awful vastness o'er our head 

The heavens are like a curtain spread, 

And through their realms conspicuous shine 

Proofs that their Maker is divine. 

The i^rmament, in various ways, 
His wondrous handiwork displays. 
And all its changing scenes proclaim 
The glories of Jehovah's name. 

With soundless eloquence the day 
Tells of his universal sway. 
And when the night in splendor glows 
The presence of a God it shows. 

And hence, where'er the wanderers be. 
These silent witnesses they see, 
And seem to hear an inward voice: 
*Xo, God is here, let man rejoice." 



Tilt: te:mpi,i: harp. 17 

PSALM I. 

Blest is tlie mnu that heedeth not 

The coi'iisel the ungodly give, 
Nor with the sinner casts his lot, ^ 

Nor lives as wicked scorners live. 
The law of God is his delight, 

And in that law he meditates, 
Makes it his guide by day and night, 

Content to do as it dictates. 

He shall be like a thrifty tree 

Planted where streams perennial flow; 
His fruit shall in its season be; 

His leafy years no withering know. 
Prosperity shall mark his way; 

On all he does a blessing rest, 
Brightening his life from day to day, 

And making him divinely blest. 

Not so the godless: they are driven 

Like chaff from autumn's threshing floor. 
When judgment is in justice given, 

They are undone forevermore; 
For God, who knows his people's ways, 

With blessings will their steps attend. 
But they who spurn him all their days 

Shall find at last a dreadful end. 



1 8 the: TI;MPI.E: harp. 

PSALM II. 

Why do the powers of earth coml)ine 

To thwart the purposes of God? 
In vain they brave the power divine, 

Wliich smites with an almighty rod. 

The Lord who sits enthroned on high 

Shall at their futile fury laugh, 
Till at his whirlwind voice they fly 

As lightly as the empty chaff. 

His will is earth's established law, 

The anchor of his firm decrees; 
And he will unborn millions draw 
To own his vSon on bended knees. 

That Son, enthroned, shall claim his own; 

From east to west display his power; 
His right through all the earth make known. 

And seize the nations as his dower. 

Beware, ye kings and judges, lest 
Your opposition rouse his wrath ; 

To him be your desires addrest, 

Nor dare to tempt the power he hath. 



the; te:mpi,i: harp. 19 

PSALM III. 

Many, Lord, against me rise, 
To assail me with their Hes, 
Help, they say, is not for me, 
Since I have no help in thee._ 

Bnt thou art a shield of power, 
Guarding me in danger's hour; 
Source of joy when joy is fled. 
Lifting up my drooping head. 

Tliou hast heard me in the past, 
When on thee my care I cast ; 
Then I laid me down and slept. 
And awoke, in safety kept. 

Why, then, should I fear to-day. 
Though my foes are in array? 
Save me, O my God, once more; 
Bless me as thou hast before. 

From thy throne of justice look; 
Give to sin a strong rebuke. 
Since salvation is thine own. 
Graciously let it be shown. 



20 the: 'rr:MPi,K harp. 

PSALM V. 

The wings of morn shall bear 
To thee my song and prayer, 

My God and King, 
While I am sinful dust, 
Thou holy art and just, 
Yet in thy name I trust, 

Whose praise I sing. 

The wicked shall not stand, 
But feel thy mighty hand 

In dread rebuke; 
But as for me, my face 
Is toward the holy place.. 
Wl'icnce, from a throne of grace. 

To thee I look. 

When snares the wicked lay, 
Be with me in the way, 

I.est I should yield. 
Th.en shall my glad heart be 
A harp of praise to thee. 
While thou dost compass me 

As with a shield. 



the: te:mpi.:^ harp. 21 

PSALM LXXV. 

To thee, O God, our thanks we pay, 
Whose presence all thy works declare; 

For tliongh the earth should pass away, 
Then still unmoved art reigning there. 

Thy power can lay the people low; 

Th?A power the soHd earth sustains. 
Let mortals, then, be wise to know 

How terrible is he who reigns. 

Let pride be low at thy behest. 
Who settest up and puttest down; 

For vain v/ould south and east and west 
Exalt the man who has thy frown. 

A cup of wrath is in thy hand. 
And nations drink it in the hour 

\Anien they across thy purpose stand. 

And think to thwart thy righteous power. 

But we thy righteousness declare. 
And sing thy praises day by day, 

Assured we shall thy tavor share 
Wl'ien \\icked men are cast away. 



22 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

PSALM XC. 

Thou, Lord, hast shown thy people grace 
Through all the ages known; 

Thou who before the earth had place 
Wert high upon thy throne. 

The sweep of everlasting years 

That bear their myriads by, 
To thee as yesterday appears, 

vSo swift the ages fiy. 

As on a flood, earth's nu'llions pass 

To an eternal sea; 
Or as a sleep, or as the grass, 

They all appear to thee. 

Orir secret sins, as in thy light, 
Have darkened all our days; 

And we have felt thine anger smite 
Until we mourned our ways. 

Oh, teach us so our days to count 

That we may w^iser be, 
And dedicate the whole amount 

In service unto thee. 



THE Te:mPI,E harp. 23 

Return, O Lord, in pitying love, 

A\'ith thy refreshing grace; 
.Vnd while we turn our eyes above, 

Oh, let us see thv face. 



CHRIST THE FIRwST FRUITS. 

Christ is risen from the dead, 
Therefore shall his people rise; 

Rise to share with him, their Head, 
Endless glory in the skies. 

\'ain the powers of earth oppose; 

Vain the hosts of death and hell; 
Tliey shall rise as Jesus rose. 

In liis might invincible. 

Let us then exultant sing 

Of our Leader's power to save. 

Death in him has lost its sting; 
Glory glean_is beyond the grave. 



24 the: te:mpi.iv harp. 

PSALM XCIII. 

The Lord is throned above the spheres, 

In majesty arrayed, 
And there, through his eternal years, 

His might sliall l)e displayed. 

The everlasting God, he reigns, 

And shall forever reign; 
The world's foundations he sustains, 

Who only can sustain. 

The doods, which lift their awfid forms, 
Display his dreadful power; 

Earth hears his voice in thundering storms, 
And trembles in that hour. 

Yet greater than the vastest sea, 
And mightier than the storm, 

God still o'er all his works will be, 
Who gave them first their form. 

But while his greatness fills with awe, 
His truth and grace combine 

To make us love his holy law. 
Whose precepts are divine. 



the: ti^mple: harp. 25 

PSALM C. 

Let every land extol the Lord 

And worship him alone, 
The story of his love record 

In songs before his throne. 

Onr God, he made us and doth keep, 

As with a shepherd's care, 
And for his people, as his sheep, 

A pasturage prepare. 

Then let us, with a gladsome voice 
And thankful heart and mind, 

Together in his courts rejoice; 

For he is good and kind. ' 

His mercy like himself shall last, 

Nor ever know an end; 
His truth, as through the ages past, 

To endless vears descend. 



26 ' THD TKMPLK HARP. 

PSALM cm. 

Bless thou the Lord, my soul, aud let 
My grateful powers proclaim his praise. 

Yea, bless the Lord ; and ne'er forget 
What benefits enrich thy days. 

For nought of good his hands refuse ; 

But he forgives thee, saves, renews. 

As in the ancient days were shown 

His wondrous power and gracious wdll, 

So by his people is he known 
As merciful and gracious still. 

So slow to wrath, so quick to aid, 

Our ill deserts he has not paid. 

His mercy is as high as heaven, 
To such as bow^ at his behest; 

The memory of their sins is driven 
Far as the east is from the west. 

A father's pity thus he rhows; 

For he his children's weakness knows. 

We are luit as the grass or flower 
That falls before the passing gust; 

It flourishes its little hour. 

Then withers back again to dust. 

But with the Lord is mercy still. 

For those who love and do his will. 



nut TUMPLK HARP. 27 

PSALM CXXX. 

Out of the depths to tliee I cry; 

Lord, turn not thou away, 
But let me find thee very nigh 

To answer while I pray. 

Shouldst thou all secret thoughts record, 

And motions of the heart. 
Oh, who could bear his just reward, 

Nor hear thee say, Depart? 

But thy forgiveness is a fount 

Of never-failing grace. 
To such as on thy mercy count, 

And humbly seek thy face. 

Hence 'tis on thee my soul would wait, 
AVhile weary, weak and worn. 

As those who watch, with heart elate. 
To greet the blush of morn. 

May all thy people join wath me 

To fix their hopes above, 
Tliat all may thy salvation see. 

And prove thy gracious love. 



28 THE TE:MPI,t: HARP. 

PSALM CXXXIIl. 

Good and pleasant is the sight 
When the sons of God unite; 
Peace upon their souls is shed, 
Like the oil on Aaron's head; 
And the holy lives they live 
A perfume of blessing give. 

As refreshing is the sight 
As the dew on Hermon's height; 
Zion feels its gracious power, 
Given as a heavenly shower, 
Quickening all her hidden roots, 
Bringing forth divinest fruits. 

T3y the Spirit's power and light 
Thus the sons of God unite; 
And the good in them begun 
Shall in streams of blessing run. 
From the Spirit's boundless store, 
Even life forevermore. 



THD te:mple: harp. 29 

PSALM CXLVI. 

Praise the Lord, ye people, praise! 
With my soul your anthems raise. 
T will praise him while I live, 
And in death new praises give. 

Let not princes have your trust, 
Who are children of the dust; 
Vainly is their favor earned. 
When they have to dust returned. 

Happy he whose hope relies 
On the Lord of earth and skies; 
By whose will all things exist; 
On whose iDOunty they subsist. 

While his power to help exceeds 
All his helpless creatures' needs. 
He beholds with pitying eye, 
Marks the tear and hears the sigh. 

Those who trust him, he will own, 
\Mien the wicked are o'erthrown; 
Lor the Lord forever reigns. 
Praise him then in joyful strains. 



30 THC: TlvMPI,K ITARP. 



PSALM CL. 

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Here in liis courts let saints rejoice, 
And praise the Lord with cheerful voice; 
While all the heavenly orhs declare 
His greatness and his glory there. 

Praise him for all his mighty deeds 
Who knows so well his creatures' needs 
And, knowing, every blessing grants, 
To satisfy their daily wants. 

Let highest notes of praise abound 
On every instrument of sound, 
Till an orchestral joy shall roll. 
As poured from one exultant soul. 

Let all that breathes unite to raise 
A grateful anthem in his praise; 
Sea, earth and heaven, with one accord, 
Sing halleluiah to the Lord. 



THE TKMPLK HARP. 



GLAD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY. 



Tell the tidings through the earth 
Of the great Messiah's birth. 
La3'ing by his diadem, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 



He in highest heaven was known, 
Seated by his Father's throne ; 
Here, the rod of Jesse's stem, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

He, the hope of all the years, 
Now upon the earth appears; 
In time's crown the brightest gem, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

Waft the tidings far and wide. 
Over every ocean tide. 
Tell the nations that for them 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 



32 the: tkmpt.e: harp. 

THE WONDROUS BIRTH. 

Oh, sing- to-day, ye sons of earth, 

As unto you we l:>ring- 
The story of the Savior's birth 

And crown him while ye sing. 

With gladsome heart receive him now 
As Prophet, Priest and King; 

Let all your powers before him bow. 
And crown him while ye sing. 

The choicest offerings of your love 

In adoration bring, 
And with the raptured hosts above, 

Oh, crown him while ye sing. 

Let all the corners of the earth 

With halleluiahs ring. 
To celebrate the wondrous birth. 

And crown him while ye sing. 



Tiiic tkmple: harp. 33 

THE ^VORD WAS GOD. 

In thee alone, incarnate Word, 

The mind of God has been exprest; 

Yet not in speecli that ears have heard 
Through thee our spirits are addrest. 

The hidden truths that none could hnd 
Shone clearly in thy life below, 

Ilknnin.ating" e\'ery mind 

That would the mind eternal know. 

The Infinite and fin.ite thus 

Hcive an interpreter in thee. 
Through \\ hom the Godhead speaks to us. 

In whom his cliaracter we see. 

Oh, give us ears that will to hear 

Thy message of eternal love, 
And hearts that always feel thee near, 

13irecting them to things above. 



34 'J'H^ TKMPLt: HARP. 

THE LAMB OF GOD. 

O Lamb, by God provided 

The world's great sin to bear, 
To thee has 1)een confided 

A task that none may share. 
All other sacrifices 

But pointed on to thine, 
Which in itself comprises 

All blessing, since divine. 

A laml) — thyself unsinning — 

For sinners thou didst die. 
That man from the beginning 

Might on thy death rely. 
And forth through future ages, 

Whoever trusts in thee. 
The Father's love engages 

To set that sinner free. 

This only Laml) is offered, 

Who only can atone; 
And life to us is proffered 

Through him who gave his own 
O Christ! our sins confessing. 

We trust thy dying love. 
Now speak in us the blessing 

Of pardon from above. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 35 

HE IS RISEN. 

All hail the morn when Jesus rose 
Triumphant o'er the grave. 

He who o'ercame the last of foes 
Can all his people save. 

Lift up your heads, ye gates of light, 
And let the Conqueror in; 

He who, omnipotent in might, 
Defied the hosts of sin. 



Let saints and angels crown him now 
A\'ho bore on earth our shame; 

With fadeless honors deck his brow, 
And giorif}^ his name. 

Sweep all your golden harps above, 
Tune all your tongues below. 

To magnify the matchless love 
That none can fullv know. 



36 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

vSHALL MAN BE JUST WITH GOD? 
Job ix. 2. 

Lord, how shall man l^e just with thee, 
Whose eye his inmost tlioughts can see, 
And mark the motions of his will. 
So prone to play the part of ill? 

Those tlioug^hts have oft had taint of sin; 
That will has oft rebellious been; 
Thy gracious gifts have been al3used; 
Thy calls to duty oft refused. 

And yet thy faultless law demands 
A faultless service at our hands. 
Then how shall man be just and live. 
Who does not such a service give? 

A faultless Substitute appears 
And scatters all our sins and fears. 
Through him eternal life we gain — 
The sinless One for sinners slain. 



THE TE:MPLr: HARP. 37 

THK RICH BECAME POOR. 
IT. Cor. viii. 9. 

Behold the matchless grace 

By our Redeemer shown. 

That he should leave his place 

Beside the Father's throne, 
And stoop to wear our sinful frame, 
To bear the burden of our shame. 

From heaven his pity saw 

The race of Adam lie. 

Doomed by a righteous law, 

Which sentenced it to die; 
And tlien, unmindful of the loss, 
He left the crown and took the cross. 

The richest thus became 

The poorest for our sake, 

That, through his righteous name, 

V\'e might ^vith him partake 
The glory of the great reward, 
As heirs together with our Lord. 



38 THK TKMPLIv ITARP. 

THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE IJEE. 
John xiv. 6. 

Thon art the Way, through whom alone 

A sinner may salvation find. 
In vain they would approach the throne 

Who leaAe thy cleansing blood behind; 
But all who to the Eather flee 
Are welcome when they go through thee. 

Thou art the Truth, whose mission shows 
Our fallen, lost, and helpless state. 

Thy sufferings, too, the fact disclose. 
That God is holy, just, and great. 

As in a mirror, thus we see 

The Eather and ourselves in thee. 

Thou art the Life, wdiose grace imparts 
A power that none besides can give; 

The power to quicken sin-dead hearts, 
And make them in thine image live. 

Then give thy life to us, that we 

May be the sons of God in thee. 



THI; TKMPI^E HARP. 39 

THE TRUE ROCK. 
Matthew xvi. i6. 

Oh, rock of truth, by man cuniest; 

"Thou art the Christ, the Son of God." 
Upon this rock the storms we breast, 

As on our upward way we plod; 
On this in buoyant Ufe rely; 
Here find support when called to die 

In vain the forms that men devise; 

Their sacerdotal pomp and state; 
The boast that they are godly-wise, 

x\nd guardians of the glory-gate. 
They use tlie senses as a lure. 
And make the spirit's bondage sure. 

Our hope of heaven must be from hea\en; 

For only God to <^jod can lead. 
By him our sins must be forgiven. 

And he supply our daily need. 
While nought of earth can aught avail. 
The Christ of God can never fail. 



40 the: TlvMPLF, HARP. 

CHRIST WITH US. 
Matt, xxviii. 20. 

Ascended Lorrl, we joy to know 
That, as the ag-es come and go, 

Thou still art with thine owni. 
Enthroned above the earth's affairs, 
Thy answers to thy people's prayers 

Make here thy presence known. 

Along the centuries we can trace 
The glorious victories of thy grace, 

When right has wrong restrained. 
We see thy hand in every stroke 
That's freed men. from oppression's yoke 

Till truth and freedom reig'ned. 

And still we see thee in the fight. 

And feel thee make our weakness might, 

While still thy foes assail. 
Oh! let the ages yet to be 
More won.drously thy presence see. 

More gloriously prevail. 



THi: TEMPLK HARP. 4 1 

THE ALTOGETHER LOVELY. 
Cant. ii. i. 

How lovely the Savior appears, 

How fragrant the sense of his love, 
When, looking to him throngh our tears, 

His presence and favor we prove. 
Where he is a Sharon we find. 

And he is its beautiful rose, 
And over the spirit and mind 

An odor of pleasure he throws. 

A lily in him we can see, 

That grew in this valley below. 
Transplanted from heaven, that we 

Might somewhat of paradise know. 
How humble the scene of his birth. 

And lowly his earthly career! 
And purity more than of earth 

Was seen in his character here. 

His favor is fair as a rose, 

A solace and comfort to saints; 
It l)reathes a perfume on their woes. 

Composing their saddest complaints. 
A lily that knoweth no stain, 

A pattern he is for the pure, 
And all who his graces attain 

A share in his glory secure. 



42 THE TTvMPLE HARP. 

TPIK CONOUE:RINrx KINGDOM. 
Psa. ii. 8. 

Lord, we believe the promise true, 
That thou wilt yet the world subdue, 
And all the heathen nations bring 
To own the Savior as their king. 

Thy truth is conquering day by day, 
And yet shall have a boundless sway, 
A^nd every error vanish hence 
Before that truth's omnipotence. 

Its course is ever on, though slow. 
The ages brightening as they go; 
And thou shalt yet all glory gain; 
For Christ is King, and he must reign. 



the: templk itarp. 43 

THY KINGDOM COME. 
Matt. vi. lo. 

Lord, let thy kingdom come, as thon 
Hast taught our Hps to pray. 

Till at thy feet the nations bow 
And own tln^ sovereign sway. 

Thus far the footsteps of thy power 
Toward such a trivmiph bend. 

Oh, hasten thou the happy hour 
That brings the glorious end! 

Let error vanish like the night 
When glinting dawn appears; 

Thy truth, as o'er the mountain height, 
Illuminate the years. 

Bid every age, with brighter glow, 
Foregleam the reign of love, 

When men shall do thy will below 
As angels do above. 



44 "THiv temple: harp. 

THE GOSPEL TRIUMPHANT. 

Thou with whom are all the ages, 

We perceive a rounded plan, 
Shadowed forth on history's pages. 

For the lifting up of man. 
Centuries of preparation 

For the coming of thy Son 
Speak a far-off consummation, 

When redemption's work is done. 

Continents and isles are waking, 

Startled into life and power; 
Error's chains thy truth is breaking. 

Bringing freedom's blessed hour; 
And a n earing of the nations 

Gives a sense of brotherhood, 
Which shall make their emulations 

Efforts for a common good. 

These we view^ as index fingers, 

Pointing toward the things to be ; 
And, howe'er we think he lingers, 

Man is drawing nearer thee. 
May these signs our hearts embolden 

For the battle but begun. 
Knowing that millenniums golden 

Wait the triumph of thy Son. 



the: te:mpi,k harp. 45 

THE GREATER MIRACLES. 

O Son of God, yet man with men ! 

Nature obeyed thy mighty nod, 
And owned thee God of nature when 

Thou didst the deeds of nature's God. 

^Mankind beheld those wondrous deeds 
Forthspringing from a fount of love; 

For thou didst bring to human needs 
A Feather's blessing from above. 

And now, thougli man with men no more. 
To do the deeds the eye may scan, 

Thou still art gracious as before. 
Performing deeds of good for man. 

Yet n.ot the outward deed is thine. 
To bless men in a sensuous way, 

P)Ut with an inward power divine 
Thy miracles are wrought to-day. 

The Spirit takes thy body's place. 
Performing wondrous works again; 

The greater miracles oi grace, 

Which bring to life the souls of men. 



46 the: ti^mpi^e: iiap.p. 

THE HOLY SPIRIT'S WORK. 
Zech. iv. 6. 

Alan can not cleanse tlie sinful soul, 
Nor l)end the will to his control, 

By aught that he can do; 
But still the heart will be defiled. 
The will rebellious, wayward, wild, 

The evil to pursue. 

No, not by might of human hosts. 
Nor by the ])Ower that wisdom boasts, 

Are souls from evil won; 
But by the Spirit's power within. 
Which overcomes the love of sin. 

The saving work is done. 



•fc> 



Then come, O Spirit, and impart 
The saving- power to every heart, 

And sanctify the will; 
That C1;rist within our hearts may reign, 
As Monarch o'er his own domain, 

His purpose to fulfill. 



thh: temple harp. 47 



GOD FOUND IN HIS WORD. 

Lord, when thy vastest works we view. 

Then turn the least to note — 
Whether aljove us in the bhie 

Or in a Hving mote — 
We can not tell which most displays 

Th.e greatness of thy mind; 
Vet in thy works, where'er we g'aze, 

Thvself we can not find. 



'Tis in thy written ^^'or(l alone 

Thy secrets are revealed; 
There ail th\ character is shown, 

Through holy men revealed. 
That Word we gladly make our choice. 

Consulting it with care; 
\\'e hear its precepts as thy voice. 

For thou, O God, art there. 



48 the: tivmplk harp. 



THE HOLY BOOK. 

Book of books, whose blessed pages 

IVlirror forth the mind of God! 
In thy light the ancient sages 

From the glooms of error trod; 
And the millions of the ages 

Up to higher levels plod, 
In the pathway of thy pages, 

Leading upward unto God. 

Fount of truth, forever flowing 

For the thirsty souls of men. 
Life on those who drink bestowing. 

Bring, oh, bring the era when. 
Wider still and farther going, 

Eden shall return again, 
As the music of thy flowing 

Tells of peace, good will to men. 



THE tkmple: harp. 49 

LOVE OF THE WORD. 

O Lord, I love thy law; 

'Tis daily my delight; 

For wisdom thence I draw, 

To guide my feet aright. 
Without it I must go astray. 
Nor even know^ the narrow way. 

For what are human rules, 
In human weakness made? 
The guesses of the schools. 
Where learning is displayed? 
They all are foolishness to thee. 
And an uncertain maze to me. 

Eut thou, who madest heaven 
And earth, and all that is, 
A faultless law hast given ; 
And he who follows this 
Shall never find his feet astray, 
With such a lamp to light his way. 



so THE TEMPLE HARP. 

GOD'S WORD UNCHANGEABLE. 

The works, anrl ways, anci thoughts of man 
Are changeful as the billowy sea; 

But Truth has never changed, nor can, 
But has eternal fixity. 

lyike God, the Truth Avas never young; 

Like him, it never can be old. 
It was ere earth in ether swung, 

And will be when her knell is tolled. 

Hence why the Word of God abides, 
Unchanged 'mid every flux of time; 

Since in that Word the truth resides, 

As 'twere in youth's perpetual prime. 

Then vainly men their progress boast. 

And test the AA^ord l)y human sense; 

Their progress indicates, at most, 
The changes in their ignorance. 

Let all the storms of error rage; 

Let others drift on shoreless seas; 
That word I make my anchorage. 

And in the harl^or ride at ease. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 5 1 

THE TRUTH ABIDES. 

The truth that served the sires of old 
The children serves as well. 

To every age it may be told, 
And still be sweet to tell. 

Its orb-like splen<lor filled the past, 
And shall the future fill; 

For in the mind of God 'twas cast. 
And linished by his will. 

Like hin<, it ever shall endure. 

When time itself expires; 
Yea, Lord, thy Word shall stand secure 

'Mid nature's funeral fires. 

That Word, then, while the ages roll, 

Shall be our guiding light; 
Give hope and gladness to the soul. 
To cheer earth's darkest night. 



52 THE TE:mPI.e: harp. 



THE LORD'S MEMORIAL DAY. 

All hail! thou gladsome day of days, 

Which saw the great Redeemer rise. 
A glorious monument of grace, 

Thou tellest us of paradise. 
We hallow thee for his dear sake 

Who brought salvation from above, 
And thy returning visits make 

A fond memorial of his love. 

In memory of creation, thus 

We give to rest one day in seven; 
While yet to him who rose for us 

The first fruits of the week is given. 
And so, replete with good to man, 

Our Sabbaths tell of wonders done. 
Creation's and redemption's plan, 

Wrought by the Father and the Son. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 53 

THE HOLY DAY. 

Hail, holy day! whose hallowed hours 
Were given to rest my wearied powers, 
To fan the altar-fires of love, 
And bear my thoughts to things above. 

To-day 1 turn from earth's afTairs, 
And lay aside its load of cares, 
To sit as an invited guest. 
Where Jesus bids me sweetly rest. 

My Savior, come and meet with me, 
And let my spirit feast with thee, 
And in my heart a peace distill. 
As dew of Hermon's holy hill. 

So shall my earthly Sabbaths prove 
A foretaste of the rest above, 
Until no more on earth I roam. 
But rest and feast with thee at home. 



54 THE TEMPI^E HARP. 

JOY IN WORSHIP. 

Again the day of God is here, 

On which we leave our toil and care, 
And in our Father's house appear, 
To offer him our praise and prayer. 
How bright the holy hours it brings, 
Which give a glimpse of heavenly things. 

Begone, ye baubles that would turn 

Our thoughts away from him we love I 
His presence makes our spirits burn 
With longings for our home aljove; 
For these communings in the breast 
Are pledge of our eternal rest. 

• Oh! l)etter one such hour as this 

Than all the pleasures earth can give. 
'Tis here we prove what pleasure is; 
'Tis here we learn the way to live. 
Lord, give new blessings here to-day, 
As in thy house we praise and pray. 



THE TEMPI^i: HARP, 55 

IN THE vSANCTUARY. 
Gen. xxviii. 17; Ex. iii. 5. 

How dreadful is this place, 

With God alone, 
When all his wondrous grace 

He niaketh known, 
As humbly here we bend. 
And prayers and praises blend, 
Which as perfume ascend 

Before the throne. 

O earth! stand thou aside, 

And disappear 
Thy care, and pomp, and pride, 

Smce God is here. 
Our souls — put off your shoes, 
And with mute fervor muse. 
Lest we his unction lose 

Who draws so near. 

The gate of heaven is this, 

^Vhich foretastes brings 

Of the unmingled bliss 

Where Gabriel sings. 

Lo, here, within the gate, 

Our spirits grow elate, 

As though we scare need wait 
The gift of wings. 



56 TH^ TEMPLE HARP. 

GETHSEMANE. 

The God-man is groaning 

In anguish alone, 
Unthought of by milHons, 

Forgot by his own. 
He prays 'mid the silence 

And darkness around, 
And sweats till as blood-drops 

It falls to the ground. 

Mere mortal has never 

Seen sorrow like his. 
Ask, What is it causes 

Such anguish as this? 
Oh, blush, guilty spirit, 

And answer with tears, 
Thy sins are his burden, 

The sins of thy years. 

Oh, surely such pity 

As his can not fail; 
And, surely, such anguish 

For thee must prevail. 
Then cling to him, trusting 

For pardon and peace, 
Who suffered to save thee, 

From sin will release. 



THK TEMPLE HARP. 57 

THE COSTLY SACRIFICE. 

Amazing sight! On Calvary's tree 

A sinless victim dies. 
Look up, m}^ wondering soul, and see 

The costly sacrifice. 

Heaven's richest gift, the Son of God, 

Is there an offering made; 
And, lo! as Justice plies the rod, 

On him thy stripes are laid. 

Dear Savior! hast thou done so much 

To rescue me from hell? 
And shall not all my life be such 

As proves I love thee well? 

O dearest Lord! reproach and pain 

Shall only welcome be; 
For I will count it all as gain 

To bear so much for thee. 



5^ THK tkmpIvE: harp. 

AN ADVOCATE WITH THE FATHER. 
I. John ii. J. 

thou, my Advocate above, 

Whose wounds provide a cleansing iiood, 

1 cast myself upon thy love, 

And trust the merits of thy blood. 
I would present no other plea 
Than this, that thou hast died for me. 

Thy wounds are eloquent in prayers, 
For all who seek thee in distress. 

The Father on his oath declares 
He waits to answer and to bless. 

Then reconciled I now may be; 

Since thou in heaven dost plead for me. 

Thou canst not plead my cause in vain; 

I can not trust thee and be lost; 
For God will not my suit disdain. 

With pardon bought at such a cost. 
No, now I feel my soul is free. 
Since Jesus died and lives for me. 



THE TEMPI^E HARP. 59 

SELF-DENIAL. 

All selfishness is sin. 
Then self must be denied; 
For self can never reign within, 
And Jesus there abide. 

Content from him alone 
Our rules of life to draw, 
Our heart must be his humble throne, 
His will our only law. 

Each temper, passion, lust, 
Our reason and our will. 
Must own his government as just, 
And its behests fulfill. 

M)^ Lord, I all resign, 
Thy follower to be. 
Content to know that thou art mine, 
And I am owned of thee. 



6o TIIK TEMPLE HARP. 

CONSECRATION. 

I bring my heart to thee, 
My heart so full of sm; 

Thy grace alone can be 
A cleansing power within. 

My hope is all in thee; 

Have pity, Lord, on me. 

I bring my all to thee. 

Alas! the gift is small; 
But more there can not be 

Than just my little all. 
Oh, may the gift find thee, 
Whose love gave all for me. 

I cling, O Christ, to thee; 

My only hope art thou. 
Oh, let thy death for me 

Be my salvation now. 
Accept my gift to thee, 
And give thyself to me. 



THie TEMPI^E HARP. 6l 



FAITH. 

Faith is the eye that looks above, 

When all is dark below, 
And finds in God's unfailing love 

A solace for our woe. 

When, in the soul's triumphant hour, 

We feel salvation nigh, 
Faitli is the power that brings the power 

Of blessing from on high. 

Faith is the head of weakness laid 

On an Almighty breast, 
Where hell can never make afraid. 

Nor earth disturb our rest. 

When on the verge of death we stand, 
And life's last link is riven. 

Faith is the hand that grasps the hand 
Which lifts us up to heaven. 



62 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

DESIRE FOR FAITH. 

1 want tlie faith that will not fear 
To go where God shall guide; 

That has for him an ear to hear, 
While walking by his side. 

I want the faith whose fingers brace 

His will in each event; 
That in the mysteries of his grace 

Interprets the intent. 

I want the faith that dares to trust 

Whene'er it can not see; 
That turns to liim and says he must 

Forever faithful l)e. 

Oh, may this faith be firm in me, 
So long as I have breath. 

Through all my life God's hand to see^ 
And grasp that hand in death. 



THl^ TEMPI^K HARP. 63 

SKLF-RIGHTEOUvSNESS VAIN. 

Shall I, whose sins are mountain high, 

Whose heart is vile within, 
Attempt by righteousness to buy 

Salvation from my sin? 

Can I to holiness attain, 

While sin is what I love, 
And cleanse my heart from inward stain 

Till lit for heaven above? 

Nay, Lord, I have no righteousness 

C3n which to build a hope, 
No power of native holiness 

With such a heart to cope. 

I need atonement for my sin; 

But I can not atone. 
I need almighty power within. 

Or useless is my own. 

My only refuge, Lord, art thou, 

To save me from despair; 
Low at the cross my soul shall bow 

And lind salvation there. 



64 THE THMPIvE HARP. 

SAVED BY GRACE. 

I thank thee, Father, for the grace 
That turned my steps to thee; 

For I had never sought thy face 
If thou hadst not sought me. 

The condescension of thy love 

My wayward feet pursued; 
Turned first my thoughts to things above, 

And then my will subdued. 

Thy grace has kept me in the way 

That I so long have trod ; 
And still it draws me, day by day, 

More close to thee, my God. 

Now, after all thy mercies past, 

I can l)ut trust in thee, 
To bring me safely home at last. 

Thy presence there to see. 



THE TE:MPI,K harp. 65 

ASSURANCE. 

I know I am saved hy the blood of the Lamb, 
For the promise to sinners is given, 

That he who 1:)eHeves and the Savior receives 
Doth enter the kingdom of heaven. 

1 know I am sa\^ed 1\v the l)lood of the Lamb, 
For the Spirit now whispers within, 

The witness to give that in Jesns I Uve, 
Set free from the bondage of sin. 

T know I am saved Ijv the l)lood of the Lamb, 

For evil no longer I love; 
My heart is on fire with a holy desire 

For good that descends from above. 

I know I am saved by the blood of the Lamb, 
For the love of the Savior is mine. 

I am saved by his grace, and I feel the embrace 
Of a power that is snrelv divine. 



66 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

MY TRUST. 

II. Tim. i. 12. 

I know him whom I have believed, 

And still I dare believe 
That since he has my wants relieved. 

He ever will relieve. 

I know not what before me lies; 

Nor do I care to know. 
Enough that he is good and wise 

Who guides me where I go. 

For while enfolded in his care 
I fear no threatening ill; 

His goodness my lot prepare, 
His wisdom lead me still. 

That goodness will my steps attend 
Through all life's devious way; 

That wisdom bring me, in the end, 
To everlasting day. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 67 

GRACE FOR GRACE. 
John i. iG. 

The grace was great that first I knew, 
By which my heart the Savior drew 

With cords of love divine. 
My former fears it sweetly stilled, 
And with new hopes my spirit filled, 

V\^]ien heavenly peace was mine. 

But 'mid the scenes of stormy strife, 
And lahors of my later life, 

A greater grace is given ; 
A grace to stand the stress and strain 
Of trial, trouble, toil and pain, 

\\ here other hearts are riven. 

And of his fullness all receive 
Who truly on the Lord believe. 

In daily growing grace. 
vSo shall it be till life is past. 
And glory crowns us all at last, 

As we behold his face. 



68 THE te:mpIvK harp. 

SEEKING KEEP. 

When my soul is weak and weary, 
Take me, Father, by the hand. 

When my path seems dark and dreary, 
Eead me toward the l)etter land; 

There to praise thee 
With the glad immortal band. 

In the desert be my Fountain; 

In the darkness be my Light; 
Wdien in danger be my Mountain; 

When in weakness be my Might; 
In all trouble 

Be my Solace and Delight. 

When T pass the shadowed valley, 
Eet thy presence light the place; 

In a last victorious rally 

Give to me triumphant grace, 

Till in glory 
I shall see thee face to face. 



THE TKMPLE HARP. . 69 

FREE IN CHRIST. 

No more a slave in Satan's power, 
By lusts and passions bound, 

I am a freeman since the hour 
When I the Savior found. 

The blood for me on Calvary spilt, 

Atoning for my sin. 
Has freed me from the sense of guilt 

That burdened me within. 

I saw in him my substitute, 

Whose merits are divine, 
And he those merits did impute. 

As though they all were mine. 

Then came the vSpirit's gracious power, 

And power to me he gave; 
So, ever since that blessed hour, 

I am no more a slave. 



70 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

GLORYING TN CHRIST. 
Gal. vi. 14. 

God forbid that T should glory, 
Save in Jesus crucified. 

'Tis my joy to tell the story 
That for me he lived and died. 

Human love can find no plummet 
That can sound the depth of his; 

Human thou^^^ht attain no summit 
\\ hence to see how vast it is. 

Oh, the wondrous joy of loving 
One vho has such love for me! 

Oh, the privilege of proving 
That my heart can thankful be! 

Ever shall it l)e mv glory 
To extol the crucified; 

Ever would I tell the story 
That for me he lived and died. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 7 1 

THE SINNER'S FRIEND. 

Long my laboring soul had toiled 
On a darksome sea of doubt; 

Waves of anguish, bursting wild, 
Tost my helpless bark about. 

Then T saw a wondrous form, 

As I gazed with wistful eye; 
Jesus spake amid the storm: 

"Fear not, sinner; it is I.'' 

Then he bade the tempest cease, 

Lulled the billows into rest; 
When I felt a holy peace 

Sweetly stealing through my breast. 

Now, my Savior, stay with me 
Till I gain the farther shore; 

For if thou my guide shalt be, 
I am safe forevermore. 



72 thp: tempi,^ harp. 

THE HEAVENLY BREAD. 

John vi. 48. 

Blessed Jesus, heavenly Bread, 

Let me on thyself be fed, 

That thy life may quicken mine, 
Making- so my life divine. 

Be to me the living Bread, 

As my soul on thee is fed. 

Many foes my ruin seek, 
And I feel that I am weak; 

Many dangers daily frown; 

Many burdens bear me down. 
Be to me the Bread I seek, 
Then I shall no more be weak. 

Weary \'\ith my heart of sin, 
Hungry for thy peace within, 
Now my fainting soul restore, 
Let me never hunger more. 
Be thou, through this world of sin. 
Life, and strength, and peace within. 



THK TEMPLE HARP. 73 

BURIED WITH CHRIST. 

Rom. vi. 4, 5. 

thou, my Savior, crucified 
Upon the cross for me, 

1 would my passions, hists and pride 

Were crucified for thee. 

Now let the true baptismal shower 

On me be richly shed, 
And may it prove its cleansing power, 

Till sin and self be dead. 

And let my life be lost in thine, 

With all I have or crave. 
Until my soul, by power divine, 

Be buried in thy grave. 

Then let me resurrected be 

From all there is below, 
And rise triumphantly in thee, 

A purer life to know. 



74 I'HE TEMPLE HARP. 

BEARING THE CROSS. 

Lord, the burdens of this life 
Are heavy to be borne; 

My soul grows weary of the strife, 
It feels so weak and worn. 

And yet no lighter load I ask 

Of trial and of care; 
No easier cross my faith to task, 

But grace my cross to bear. 

1 ask thine arm to be my stay, 

In all I have to do; 
Thy providence to point my way; 
Thy strength to l)ring me through. 

vSo shall I find it joy to share 

A cross of toil for thee. 
As thou upon this earth didst bear 

A heavier cross for me. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 75 

HELP RECEIVED. 

I took my burden to the Lord, 

And laid it at his feet; 
When faith soon found a full reward, 

In rest serene and sweet. 

For when I laid the burden down 

I calmly left it there. 
And found my cross become a crown 

Which was a jo\^ to wear. 

So there, in every weary hour, 
Would I my burden lay, 

To find that an Almighty power 
Takes all the load away. 

PLEASANT WAYS. 

In pleasant ways the Lord has led 
My footsteps year by year. 

Not that mine eye no tear has shed, 
Mv heart been free from fear. 



76 THE te^mpIve: harp. 

But every tear his love has dried, 
His word my fears dispelled; 

And when by fierce temptations tried, 
His hand my hand has held. 

A peace of which the world knows not 
Has welled within my breast. 

Not that no grief has shared my lot, 
No storm disturbed my rest. 

But he has granted me much grace, 
And been so sweetly nigh, 

That I have hid in his embrace 
Until the storm went by. 

Then, bless the Lord, my soul, to-day. 
For all his mercies past. 

And make him still thy staff and stay, 
To lead thee home at last. 



thje: templk harp. 77 

SELF LOST IN GOD. 

O Lord, my life, my light, my love, 
My help helow, my hope above. 
Now let thy life be life in me, 
That so thy life my life may be. 

So like the sun. the source of light. 
Thy l^eams dispel the darkest night; 
Then drive the darkness far from me, 
Nor leave a cloud 'twixt me and thee. 

Inflame my love and let it burn. 
That all my thoughts to thee may turn. 
And all my love of evil be 
Consumed in constant love of thee. 

Thus, Lord, my life, my light, my love. 
Prepare me for a place above, 
Where sin, nor sense, nor self shall be, 
But all be lost in love of thee. 



78 TH^ TEMPIv^ HARP. 

GOD MY STRENGTH. 

It matters not, O J^ord, to me 
How great my foes on earth may be; 
While thou art mine I shall prevail, 
Strong in a strength that can not fail. 

Disease may prostrate all my powers, 
Or fill my life with languid hours; 
But since it leaves thee still the same, 
1 shall not suffer loss or shame. 

Or let the earth to chaos turn. 
Ten thousand worlds to ashes burn; 
While still on thee my hope is stayed, 
My soul looks upward undismayed. 

Then let me never look within, 
To trust my nature, weak with sin; 
But let me trust thy power alone, 
Which makes almightiness my own. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. *]<) 

AFFLICTIONS. 

Lord, I thank thee for afflictions 
That have brought mine eyes to see 

Its unnumbered derelictions, 

When my heart was false to thee. 

'Twas a Father 
Laid his hand in love on me. 

Not in anger, not in blindness, 
Didst thou measure out my pain. 

But in wisest loving kindness. 
For my everlasting gain. 

Now I praise thee 
For the blessings that remain. 

May the secrets inly told me. 

In the depth of my distress. 
Be so many bands to hold me 

In eternal faithfulness; 
Then thy goodness 

I forevermore will bless. 



8g the temple harp. 

THE CROSS TWICE BORNE. 

I took tlie cross and thought I must 
Do something for reward; 

My soul iiad ])ut a feel)le trust, 
And oft forgot the Lord. 

The cross g"re\\' heavy, and tlie road 

Was \ery hard to tread. 
My soul was weary of its load; 

My feet with traveling bled. 

1 bore the cross, because for me 
M}' Savior bore the same; 

No more a cross it seemed to be, 
l>ut as a crown became. 

T felt my strength was now divine; 

My Lord and 1 were one: 
The blessings of the cross were mine; 

The burden — it was ijone. 



TfllC TKMPI,]' HARP. 8l 



l.OVJXC; TlliC SAVIOR. 

My Sa\ior, thou art dear to nie. 

The fairest of the fair; 
Xot lica\'en itself a hea^•en would be, 

If thoii sliouldst not ])e there. 

In wain the thin^-s of time and sense 

Would try to rival thee; 
Thy ]o\e, in its onmipotenee, 

l^^orever keepeth me. 

Though flesh is weak and prone to err 
Tn tiiee is streng'th indeed; 

And thou art such a comforter, 
No l^etter do T need. 

Then I will love and serve thee still; 

And if T augdit deplore, 
'Twill be that J have served so ill 

And have not loved thee more. 



82 tttk tivmpj.k harp. 



TRUST IN CHRIST. 

In faith f now can take my stand 
lJ])on tlie precious promises. 

And smile when woes on every liand 
Jn tln-eatening thnn.derclouds arise. 

\\ hat matter though my foes are strong. 
Since Christ is stronger than them all: 

Should multitudes around me throng. 
At his rebuke the last nuist fall. 

Let hand in hand for ill combine. 
This I would know, and this alone: 

That I am Christ's and Christ is mine; 
For he is sure to keep his own. 

l\Iy soul would thus serenely rest — 
Without a moment's anxious care — 

I'pon my dear Redeemer's l)reast, 
,\nd hud its sweetest moments there. 



TTTt: TKMPIJ-: HARP. 83 



.MY TREASURE. 

TvCl others 1ie eager for gold, 

Willi all it is able to give, 
but I have a treasure untold. 

For which it is nol)le to live. 
A treasure eternal is mine; 

A treasure that is not of earth. 
Its (liver and Ouardian divine, 

And nothing can lessen its worth. 

'Twas purchased at infinite cost; 

Conveyed by the Spirit within; 
And when I was otherwise lost. 

It gave me salvation from sin. 
Then go with your silver and gold. 

And perish with them in the dust! 
\[y treasure will never grow old. 

Nor suffer corrosion or rust. 



84 THE Tr,Mri,Tv iiARr. 



diyinp: goodneSvS. 

[lad I a thousand hearts to feel 

The goodness of my God; 
Had I a thousand tongues to tell 

OMiat goodness all abroad — 
A thousand hearts would be too few 

A thousand tongues too weak, 
To feel the gratitude that's due. 

That gratitude to speak. 

Unnuml)ered benefits bestowed 

Unbounded praise demand; 
To give a tithe of what is owed 

AA^ould all ni}' life command. 
Then how shall I attempt to sing. 

Or how approach his throne? 
.M> heart, my life, my all I bring: 

Lord, take them for thine own. 



the: te:mpi,e: harp. 85 

PRAYER FOR CHRISTIJKENESS. 



Lord, teach me how to Hve for thee 
And lose my hfe in thine, 

That all may see thyself in me, 
.\nd read thy life in mine. 

Oh, teach me how to think of thee, 
And help me so to think, 

Till thou art as a spring to me, 
At which my soul shall drink. 

.\nd let my heart be full of thee, 

As thou art full of love, 
That so my one desire may be 

Eor things that are above. 

'I'ake me at last to dwell w illi thee. 

To .gaze upon thy face, 
And tell, throughout eternit}'. 

The glories of thy grace. 



86 the: temple harp. 



PRAYER FOR PURITY. 



Most liol}^ God! thy ^cjace impart, 
To purge and pnrif\' my heart; 
And let it ])e so well retined 
That not a sin shall stav behind. 



And, oh! may I not only leave 
The sins that would the Spirit grieve, 
Put have thy love so fixed within 
That I shall hate the thought of sin. 



Help me its hatefulness to sec 
As it is looked upon by thee; 
To hate that hatefulness, and shrink 
Krcriu it as from destruction's brink. 



the: temple harp. 87 

A DESIRE TO DEPART. 

When weary in heart, 

I sigh to depart 
And be with my Savior above; 

For there I would rest, 

With none to molest. 
And feast on his infinite \o\q. 

But when I jjehold 

The labors untold 
That hll all his followers' hands. 

I can not l)ut feel 

Rekindlings of zeal. 
To do w hat his service demands. 

Then still I would share 

The toil and the care 
To ])uil(l u]) his kingdom 1)elow. 

1 bow to liis will 

To labor until 
iM'om earth he shall tell me to 120. 



fc) 



( )h, help me, dear Lord, 

To wait the reward 
Laid up for thy servant above. 

A^et, when I would pine. 

Thou knowest that mine 
Is but the impatience of love. 



88 the: tkmple harp. 



HSUS PRECIOUvS IN DEATH. 

When life's fast-failing pulse is low 

And death is in mine eye, 
AV'ith Jesus by my side I know 

It nnist be sweet to die. 
When other friends beside me shed 

The unavailing- tear, 
This Friend will be about my bed, 

To succor and to cheer. 

He knows the path that lies before, 

Though all unknown to me. 
And \\hen I reach the farther shore 

1 lis hand in n.iine will be. 
'bhen let tlie gathering shadows gloon 

Wdu'le Jesus still is nigh, 
^Tn' faith shall look beyond the lomb 

And hnd it sweet to die. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. 89 



SEEKING THE SPIRIT'S AID. 

Spirit, source of heavenly light, 
Dawn npon my inner sight ; 
Show the deeper truths to nie 
That alone I can not see. 
Let me view the Savior's face 
Till I realize his grace; 
Till that grace my spirit move 
All its mysteries to prove. 

Let me feel a holy fire, 
Burning up each base desire; 
Rising in a flame of love 
Toward the purer things above; 
Rising till the world no more 
Charms my senses as before, 
Dut the things eternal l)e 
Life's ureat treasure unto me. 



90 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

BE THANKFUL. 

Look not at the rich and gTeat, 
To compare thy low estate. 
Lest thy sou] should thankless l)e 
For the lowlier gifts to thee. 

Rather think of their affairs 
As a source of nameless cares; 
Cares from which thou art exempt, 
\Y\{h their mighty i)ower to tempt. 

Look thou at their poorer fare 
A\^ho thy blessings do not share; 
That thou mayest not repine 
Wdiile so nnich of good is thine. 

Think thou of their harder lot, 
AMu'it thou hast that they have not; 
'J'hen thv soul ma\' thankful l)e 
For the eood bestowed on thee. 



the: tkmple harp. 91 

BE NOT ANXIOUS. 

Cease, anxious spirit, cease to pine, 
.\s though thou wert of God forgot: 

Think of the l^lessings that are thine, 
Instead of things that thou hast not. 

Though undeserving aught, how much. 

Has he apportioned to thy share! 
Sure he whose bounty has been such 

\\'in give thee stih a Father's care. 

His daily 1)lessings are in store 
For tliose who daily seek supplies, 

And he will give them more and more 
As more are needful in his eyes. 

Th.cn count the blessings of the past. 
And here thine el)enezer raise, 

Ivesoh ed to trust him to the last. 

And he will fill thy heart with praise. 



92 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

HAVE COURAGE. 
Phil. ii. 12, 13. 

Courage, Christian, 'mid thy trials! 

Nothing' hast thou need to dread, 
IMiough the world may pour the via is 

Of its wrath upon thy head. 
Xay, though earth and hell oppose thee, 

Think not thou art left alone. 
He who for his service chose thee 

Does not now desert his own. 

Think how first the vSpirit won thee, 

Working out the Father's will ; 
Think of daily favors done thee, 

Through the self-same Spirit still. 
Onward, then, through trihulation. 

Till his perfect will he done. 
Till thou gain the full sahation. 

Till the fadeless crown he won. 



TIIIJ TKMPLr: HARP. 93 

WATCH AND PRAY. 

() Cliristian pilgrim! watch and pray 

Against the powers of sin; 
A liost of ioes 1)esets thy way; 

A host assails within. 

W^atch when the powers of hell are nigh, 

To prey upon thy soul; 
Watch v. hen the world would please thine eye, 

To lure thee from thy goal. 

Watch when thy heart would lust for sin 
Or welcome whispering, douht. 

There's more to fear from foes within 
Than from the foes without. 

Then watch, and as thou watchest pray 
To him whose eyes ne'er sleep. 

His arm alone can clear thy way; 
His hand alone can keep. 



94 '^'^V TJvMPT.K ITARP. 



JIOIJ) ON. 

() child of (jod! amid the storm 

'i'hat roars aroniK] iis liere. 
Be Jirm and true the dark night through 

Until the day appear. 
The clouds of life will yet be past, 

The dawn Ije bright and clear; 
Then raise thine eyes to greet the skies 

Whose dawning must 1)e near. 

Hold l)ravely on; the fiercest gale 

But bears thee o'er the sea; 
And though the waves may seem like graves 

Al30ut to bury thee. 
Have faith in God, who holds the helm. 

And tliou shalt guided be. 
And anchor cast in port at last, 

From storm and tempest free. 



Tlir: TKMPI.K HARP. 95 

TITK CHRIvSTTAN RACK. 
11 c1). xii. 7. 

() Christian! run the heaxenly race 
That God hath set l)efore thee; 

A cloud of those who ran before 
To-day is watcliing o'er thee. 

Have patience; they have won the prize, 

In spite of g-reater trial; 
Le' them liehold thy equal faith 

And dauntless self-denial. 

Lay off the weights of worldliness, 
And what would most impede thee; 

Then keep thine eye on Jesus fixed. 
And he will surely lead thee. 

Behold, he sits enthroned above. 

With eye upon thee ever, 
A croAvn of glory in his hand 

That never fadeth — never. 



96 Tlli: TEMPLi; HARP. 



A lARIJuND IN NEED. 

Trouljled soul, no longer nionrn; 
On the cross thy sins were l3orne. 
There for thee the ])loocl was spiU 
That atones for human guilt. 
Now before the Father's throne 
Jesus makes thy cause his own; 
Watches all the tempter's snares; 
Feels the l)urden of thy cares. 

Feeble are thou? Never fear; 
Christ thy vShepherd still is near. 
Leading thee, from day to day, 
In a safe though unseen way; 
From the desert, bleak and bare, 
Into pastures fresh and fair; 
And he will not fail to keep 
E'en the weakest of his sheep. 



THIv TKMPI^K HARP. 97 



LOSS IS GAIN. 

Quiet 1)e thy soul to-day. 

Though a loved one doth depart 
He who gave tliee takes away, 

To his home and to his heart. 

Mourn not o'er the outer void. 
As the grave of what has l^een; 

Rather count the hours enjoyech 
Leaving thee so rich \vithin. 

Through the evening of Hfe's day 
Look with tliankful heart al)ove. 

He who gave and takes away. 
So has tauoht thee how to love. 



9^ THi: TKAIPI.K HARP. 

GONE HOME. 

Gone home, to rest where Jesus reigns. 
No more to suffer aches and pains. 
How sweet at length that rest to find, 
.Vnd leave the weary Mesh behind. 

Gone home to that fair world of bliss. 
To bear no more the cares of this, 
]jnt in reposeful pleasure fmd 
All irksome thoughts left far behind. 

Gone home, forevermore to be 
In spirit from temptation free, 
Arid in thy Savior's presence find 

All earthly conflicts left behind. 

i 

Gone home! How glorious is thy state! 
W'hilc we in turn our sununons wait. 
( )h, may we all that glory lind 
Who here to-dav aredeft behind! 



THI^ TKMPLE HARP. 99 

REJOICE. 

rhii. iv. 4. 

Let lis rejoice in the God of salvation, 

Wliile we press on to the kingxlom above. 
Wq are his cliildren by act of creation; 

A\"e are his children by pnrchase of love. 
He has been with us in every temptation, 

Strengthened and led us, delivered and blest; 
And he can help in each new situation, 

Guarding- from danger and guiding to rest. 

\Vhat if the shadows of earth become deeper? 

Brighter keeps beaming the sunshine of God. 
Dry, then, thy tears, thou disconsolate weeper, 

Treachng the path that the ]\Iaster has trod. 
What, if the ])ath l)ecomes rougher and 
steeper? 

He will ])roportionate succor afford. 
Xever lose lieart with so mighty a Keeper; 

Rather press on and rejoice in the Lord. 



loo the: temple harp. 

CONFESSION. 

Lord, when we view our hearts aright, 
As they are \'iewed l)y thee, 

\Ve Idnsli to look upon the sight. 
So much of self we see. 

Thy Spirit strij^s our motives bare. 
To show what lurks within; 

W'lien, lo! beneath what seemed so fair 
Are subtle forms of sin. 

Oh, visit us in gracious might! 

Make this a searching hour; 
h'irst grant the gift of clearer sight. 

And then of clecUising power. 

Let ever\- screen be torn away. 

Where foes infest the heart; 
\nd let our strength l)e as our day. 
To make those foes depart. 



THIv TJ^MPLT^ HARP. lOI 

REVIVE US AGAIN. 
I\sa. Ixxxv. 6. 

Oh, wilt thou not revive us, Lord, 

.\nd let us thy salvation see; 
Some token of thy love atYord, 

That so we niay rejoice in thee? 

Xow open thou our blinded eyes 

The secret obstacle to see, 
Which in thy people's pathway lies 

And hinders their approach to thee. 

And with the light give will and power, 
Adiate'er the secret hindrance l)e. 

To give it up this very hour 
And consecrate it all to thee. 

Let morning take the place of nig'ht ; 

Let power instead of weakness be ; 
Give Zion bloom instead of blight: 

So shall we all rejoice in thee. 



I02 TIIK TKMPI.E HARP. 

FORGIVE AS WJi FORGIVE. 
Matt. vi. 12. 

Lord, our debts to thee are many 

As the sands beside the sea; 
And should'st thou forgive not any 

Wq could not complain of thee. 
But the fountain of thy mercies 

With unfailing fullness flows; 
Every day thy love rehearses, 

Every night some favor shows. 

When our debts to thee confessing, 

AA'e are ever treated thus, 
Shall we, while thy throne addressing 

Hate who debtors are to us? 
Nay, Lord; as we hope for heaven, 

As on earth to thee would live, 
AVe but pray to be forgiven 

As our fellows we forgive. 



THE TKMPLK HARP. IO3 

But SO great our nature's weakness, 

From our lirst forefather's curse, 
We to mercy, love and meekness 

Are inherently averse. 
Then, O gracious Lord, endue us 

AA'ith a spirit so divine 
That, whatever men do to us, 

We mav show a love Hke thine. 



I04 THE TKMPTJ^: ITARP. 



^y TilK KI\n^RS OF BABYLON 



J>y Babylon's streams of yore 

Her harps upon the willows luino-; 

h'or Jndah's heart was bleedini^- sore 
/\n(l Zion's son^-s were left nnsuni;-. 

But Judah soui^ht Jehovah's face. 

And then no more her heart was wrnno 
She pro\'e(l the riches of his grace, 

Wdien Zion's songs again were sung. 

So, \\ hen we sit in silent grief. 

Our liarps of happiness unstrung. 

In Jesus we may find relief. 

Till songs of joy again are sung. 



THK TKMPLK HARP. I05 

THK WAYS OF PRCAMDKXCE. 
Dent, xxxii. 11, 12. 

As when an eagle stirs lier nest 

To make the thorns her eaglets tease. 

So often God (hstnr1)s onr rest 

When we would sit in worldl\' ease. 

She l)ears them upward (mi her wings 
To give them lieart to \'enture forth; 

And so our Father kindly brings 

Our souls to leave the things of earth. 

Then by the Spirit we are led 
To seek the better things abo\'e, 

Wdiere we the wings of faith may spread 
In heaven's higii atmosphere of love. 



io6 THi^ te:mpi.i5 harp. 



MURMURINCx. 

How oft our thoughts have turned to heaven, 
To lay our secret murmurs there; 

Because our Father has not given 

What ^^e have failed to seek in prayer. 

Perhaps ve looked upon some good, 
Yet saw his hand that good deny; 

At which complainingly we stood 
And dared to ask the reason why. 

Thus, by our murmuring unbelief, 

Have we so oft insulted God, 
And broueht, instead of sweet relief. 

The strokes of his correcting rod. 

Oh, let us cease our siniul cry. 

And lay our war.ts before his feet ; 

He will not turn away his eye, 

Nor fail to o-rant us what is meet. 



Till?: te:mpi.e: harp. 107 

WE KNOW TN PART. 
I. Cor. xiii. 9. 

The morning star of better things 

Is in our earthly sky, 
.Vnd every passing moment brings 

The heavenly noontide nigh. 

The Sun of Righteousness imparts 

A gleam of holy love, 
Which gives assurance to our hearts 

Of brighter bliss above.' 

And thus we know, though but in part, 
The good heaven keeps in store; 

A light of love within the heart. 
Until we long for more. 

And more will come, as comes the day, 
\\diich drives away the night; 

Earth's morning star will melt away 
In heaven's etfulgent light. 



I08 TlIIv TlvMPT^Tv HARP. 

TIIK XKW JERUSATvKAr. 

The New Jernsalein 1)ehol(l, 
Descended from the skies, 

But not in masonry and gold, 
To dazzle hnman eyes. 

Alonnt Zion in the Gospel stands 
More gdorions than before; 

Tier temple not by human hands. 
Like that which was of yore. 

Her walls are now the hearts of men, 
Bnilt by the Spirit, where 

The bright shekinah shines again. 
And shows tliat Ood is there. 

There dwell, O Christ of God, until 

Thy glory fills the place; 
Make all her stones more hallowed stil 

AX'^ith sanctifying grace. 

lUtild up Jerusalem, thy church. 

Until the nations see 
Her glory from afar, and search 

Within her walls for thee. 



TH^ T^MPI.E: harp. 109 

SAVED BY HOPE. 
Rom. viii. 24. 

By faith at Jirst we fuul the grace 

'J'hat makes our guilt remo\'e. 
In Christ l^ehold the Father's face. 

His pardoning mere}' prove. 

There is the ground of all our hope, 

On which we stand secure. 
Nor fear with earth and hell to cope, 

Ivnabled to endure. 

Thence, from our faith's dixinest heip"ht, 

Our future home we view. 
And, thrilled with rapture at the sight. 

Our onward \va}' ])iu*sue. 

'Tis thus the hn\)Q of joys to come 

Doth sa\e us, day by day; 
It speeds our steps to reach that home. 

And cheers us by the way. 

Oh, ma\ our faith grow stronger still. 
And make our hope more bright, 

Tntil we stan.d on Zion's hill 
In everlastino- liHit. 



no THE TEMPI^E: harp. 

IN THE WILDERNESS. 

From sin's Egyptian bondage tree, 
In journeying- a season, we 

Have Canaan in our yiqw. 
A tedious wilderness we tread, 
Yet, 1)y our trusty Captain led. 

Our joiu-ney we pursue. 

That goodly land before us lies. 
And we in favored moments rise 

To Pisgah's lofty height; 
Whence, by the eye of faith, we glance 
Across our journey's last expanse 

And glimpse the glorious sight. 

Then let us gird our loins and haste 
11ie plenty of that land to taste, 

A\diere we no more shall roam. 
Our heavenly Joshua leads the way, 
And ^\ e are nearer every day 

To our eternal home. 



the; tkmpi^e: harp. hi 

THE CxLORIOUS HOPE. 

How blest are they whose toils are o'er, 
Who rest with Jesus evermore! 
Forgot is every earthly sigh, 
And not a tear bedews their eye. 



No thought of things behind molests; 
Nor aught Ijefore perturbs their breasts. 
Eaith lends no more her glimmering- light, 
iUit ends in everlasting sight. 



There in the glory-light they shine, 
Where sin mars not the life divine: 
-Vnd there l)efore the throne adore, 
To share that glory evermore. 

'Then, while with troubles here }'e cope, 
( )h, smile, ye saints, in glorious hoi)e! 
And take this as your Father's way 
'J\) make vou fit for endless dav. 



112 THE TKM1%K HARP. 

THE almt(;hty shepherd. 

( Treat vShe|)lierd of the sheep, 
'l\) thee thy flock is known, 

And thou liast will and power to keep 
Whom tliou hast made thine o\\ n. 

Their nature is sub(hied; 

Tin- nature has Ijeen i^ixen; 
AikK w'itli th\' sa\ing' grace en(hie(h 

They now are heirs of heaven. 

Their names are in th)' Ixjok; 

Their souls are in th}' care; 
Their i)athway thou dost overlook, 

And all that patli i)re])are. 

Lf thoughtlessly they straw 

if here or there they fall. 
Tin- ])r()vidence ])(^ints out the w a\- ; 

Thev hear th\- S])irit call. 

j')\ erring made more wise, 
\]\ falling taught to stand. 

Strong in thv strength again they rise, 
(irasped l)y thy guiding hand. 



TH^ Ti:MPI.^ harp. 113 

Then, how can foes succeed 
Against whom thou dost keep? 

Their power the Shepherd's must exceed 
Ere they destroy the sheep. 



HEAVEN. 

We know not, Lord, what heaven can be. 
It so transcends whate'er we see; 
And yet we look for blest employ, 
And happiness without alloy. 

Whate'er can give the spirit rest; 
Whate'er can make our being blest; 
Whate'er can make us more like thee, 
Such we expect that heaven to be. 

But here we are content to wait, 
Till entering on our blest estate; 
For soon shall all thy children know 
What none can e'er conceive below. 



114 ^^^ TEMPI^E HARP. 

OUR HOUSE ABOVE. 

There is a house not made with hands; 
Beyond our mortal sight it stands, 

In glory nought can dim. 
There God presides, enthroned in light, 
And angels, robed in perfect white, 

Enraptured, worship him. 

There, as the Father of our race, 
He has prepared a dwelling place 

For all the saints of earth; 
And all shall meet as kindred there, 
And in the common blessing share 

That gives that life its worth. 

No narrow scope of earthly ties 
Shall circumscribe their sympathies 

And cramp their love, as here; 
But God will so his love reveal 
That as himself they all will feel 

In that celestial sphere. 



THE TEMPIvE HARP. 115 

Eternally at home, with nought 
To stir in them desire or thought 

That would the Father grieve, — 
One family they so shall dwell. 
In bliss too pure for tongue to tell 

Or mortal to conceive. 



IN REMEMBRANCE. 

While thy table. Lord, is spread 
And we break this blessed bread, 
We receive it as the token 
Of thy body, bruised and broken. 

While the sacred cup we take, 
Drink of it for thy dear sake, 
We recall our condemnation, 
Trust thy blood for our salvation. 

Meet with us, O Lord, in power; 
Consecrate this precious hour; 
May we feel that thou art dearer, 
And our home a season nearer. 



ii6 TH^ temple: harp. 

BEARING CHRIST'S AFFLICTIONS. 

Col. i. 24. 

IvOrd Jesus, crowned as Conqueror now, 
With radiant glory on thy brow, 

Who once wert in the flesh — 
From age to age thy people fill 
Thy measure of afflictions still, 

As crucified afresh. 

Since their afflictions, Lord, are thine, 
Thou dost afford them help divine. 

To sufifer all for thee; 
And they by whom they are endured 
Are by thy w^ord, thy love, assured 

They shall thy glory see. 

Then give us patience now to bear. 
That thy af^ictions we may share 

Without a murmuring word; 
And when our present woes are past, 
Oh, let us find a place at last 

With thee, our risen Lord. 



THE TEMPIvi: HARP. II7 



A TEMPLE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

O Holy Spirit! can it be 
That thou art templed here in me? 
Then let me tremble at the thought. 
And use thy temple as I ought. 

Let not a lust its altar stain, 
Or footprint of the world profane; 
But be thy power supreme within, 
To cast out every lurking sin. 

So for thyself my heart prepare. 

And let me hear thee speaking there, 

Till through my thoughts the words resound; 

"Take off your shoes, 'tis holy ground." 

As once the bright shekinah shone, 
In me thy presence now make known; 
That I may feel, and others see. 
That thou art templed here in me. 



Il8 THJS Tf>MPI.K HARP. 

SPIRITUAL COMMUNION. 

A smile can reach the heart, 

A frown disturb the soul, 
An eyeflash make emotions start, 

And through the bosom roll. 

Then since our spirits thus 

Can other spirits move, 
Much more can God. who fashioned us, 

His power within us prove. 

And since these hidden powers, 
While in the flesh, are given, 

What blest communion must be ours 
When spirits meet in heaven. 
Unburdened of the clay, 
Which comes between us here, 

Our trammels will be torn away 
In that celestial sphere. 

Oh, rapturous height of bliss 
To which we then may soar! 
When in the world that follows this 
We dwell forevermore. 



THE TEMPI^i: HARP. II^- 

With God we shall enjoy 
More close communion there, 
And in his service find employ, 
While we his glory share. 

THE FRIEND OF THE POOR. 

O Jesus, the friend of the poor, 

Whose sympathy proved thee divine, 
Who earnest thyself to endure 

The lot of the poorest of thine, — 
May we, by our sympathy, show 

That we are disciples indeed, 
In having, as thou when below, 

The hand of a helper in need. 

The poor in the kingdom of God 

Are rich in the treasures unseen. 
Although they may wearily plod. 

Despised by the sordid and mean. 
Then may we remember thy poor 

With sympathy such as was thine, 
And, helping their lot to endure. 

So prove our religion divine. 



I20 THE T^MPIvK HARP. 

THE INCREASE OF GOD. 
I. Cor. iii. 6. 

Let the Church, as God hath taught her, 
From all human vaunting cease. 

Paul may plant, Apollos water, 
He it is must give increase. 

Not in learning's art to reason, 

Not in labor's fervid zeal. 
But the Spirit's gracious season. 

Is the power to save and heal. 

In the struggle of the ages — 

Truth with error, right with wrong — 

Let her, while the conflict rages. 
Know that he is ever strong. 

With her eye to him uplifted. 

Let her faith his presence claim; 

Then with power she shall be gifted, — 
Power to conquer in his name. 



THE TKMPIvK HARP. 121 

Hitherto his hand hath brought her, 

And his mercies never cease; 
Let her plant then, let her water, 

He will surely give increase. 

DIVINE KNOWLEDGE. 

Away, ye doubts, that ask to see 
The things that hidden lie! 

Life's deepest mysteries may not be 
Beheld by human eye. 

We test not by the touch of sense 

The secrets of the soul, 
But have an inward evidence 

Of a divine control. 

The Spirit to our spirit speaks 

The mysteries of the skies; 
And he who this communion seeks 

Becomes divinely wise. 

Then come, O Spirit, speak in us 
What else we can not know; 

That we may grow in knowledge thus 
And foretaste heaven below. 



122 THE) T^MPI^E HARP. 

STEWARDSHIP. 

Luke xvi. 9. 

Awhile on earth we need 

The Httle earth can g^ive; 
But not a sordid greed, 

Which can no more than live. 
Our bodies live their little day, 
Then mingle with the mouldering clay. 

Alas, if we have past 

Our time in toil and care. 
That leave us at the last 
The victims of despair; 
Since, by our blessings here abused, 
Before a judgment bar accused! 

\ Lord, help us so to spend 

Our little earthly store 
That, when this life shall end 
And earth we need no more, 
Our faithful use of what was given 
May find our souls more fit for heaven. 



THE Tp:mPI,E harp. 123 



USING AS NOT ABUSING. 

We thank thee, Lord of earth and heaven, 
For every blessing thou hast given; 
For all that thou dost daily give 
To make it good for us to live. 

We thank thee for a vast supply 
Of beauteous things, to please the eye; 
For flowery vales and verdant hills; 
For waving woods and rippling rills. 

We thank thee for the scented air; 
For music murmuring everywhere; 
For all we taste, and all we touch; 
So varied, pleasant, and so much. 

Lord, help us so thy gifts to use 
That we may not those gifts abuse, 
Lest we their office so reverse, 
And make each blessing prove a curse. 



124 '^he: te:mpive: harp. 



WORLDLY CARES. 

How prone we are to magnify 

The little ills of life, 
As though there were no Sovereign eye 

Upon earth's petty strife. 

We lay our plans as though our all 
Depends on their success; 

And if one idol project fall, 
We sigh in deep distress. 

And thus we turn our thoughts below 
Who ought to look above, 

And fill our hearts with worldly woe, 
Instead of heavenly love. 

Lord, let our troubled hearts be calm 
As summer's twilight hour; 

Our thoughts of thee a precious balm 
That has a soothing power. 



TH^ 'ri:MPi.E: harp. 125 



CHILDREN OF A KING. 

Rejoice, ye royal race, 

Ye children of a King! 

Who grants you now his grace 

Will you to glory bring. 
Then patient to the end endure; 
Since your inheritance is sure. 

Condemn the pride of earth, 
Its empty pomp and praise: 
Think of your royal birth, 
And walk in royal ways. 

Live here below for things above, 

In all the royalty of love. 

Think how the King of heaven 

Has deigned to call you his. 

Think of the blessings given, 

And all the promises. 
Then haste with exultation hence. 
To gain your great inheritance. 



126 THE TEMPIvE HARP. 

GOD WILL PROVIDE. 

Pilgrims bound heavenward, 

Tempted and tried, 
Lean on the mighty Lord 

Whate'er betide. 
Long as your faith reUes 
Fixed on the promises. 
Lift up your cheerful eyes; 
God will provide. 

If you shall troubles meet 
Too great to bear, 

Go to the mercy seat, 

Lay them down there. 

Ask him to bear them, then 

Take them not up again; 

Know that he answers, when 
Called on in prayer. 

Sure as on Calvary 
Jesus hath died. 

If unto him you flee 
Whate'er betide. 



THK TEMPI.E HARP. 12^ 

Though 'neath a cloud of woes 
While earth and hell oppose, 
You shall in peace repose; 
God will provide. 



BE NOT FEARFUL. 

Ye trembling souls, by fears opprest! 

Call now upon the Eord; 
To him be every want exprest, 

And he will help afford. 

His faithfulness you oft have seen; 

Then why in anguish bow? 
His word has never broken been, 

Nor will he break it now. 

Your unbelief alone enshrouds 
The brightness of your sky. 

Be still and trust him, then the clouds 
Before his breath will fly. 

Yea, look to him in confidence 

When threatening woes are nigh; 

He says that he will bring you thence. 
And God can never lie. 



128 TUB t:e:mpi,e harp. 

DISMISSING CARE. 

I. Pet. V. 7. 

Cast your care upon the Lord; 
Boldly take him at his word; 
Prove his promises, and so 
Let your faith to knowledge grow. 

Cast it all upon the Lord, 
For he can such help afford 
As will ease you of the whole, 
Resting well the weary soul. 

Cast your care upon the Lord, 
Then he will your faith reward, 
Bless as he has others blest, 
Antedate your heavenly rest. 

Cast your care upon the Lord] 
He wall every help afford. 
When no other help is found 
In the whole wide w^orld around. 

Cast it nozv upon the Lord; 
Be with him in sweet accord; 
Then you soon shall prove it true 
That he careth much for you. 



THij tkmpIve; harp. 129 

DAILY VICTORY. 

When twilight fades around the sky, 
And we have laid the burdens by 

That chafed us into pain, 
How sweet it is that we can say, 
''The burdens we have borne to-day 

Shall not be borne again." 

The battle fought may be renewed, 
And foes arise that seemed subdued, 

Ere we obtain the crown. 
Yet every day some triumph knows. 
And every twilight brings repose. 

And lays some burden down. 

O fellow soldier! let thine eye 
Behold thy Captain in the sky. 

Directing thee by day. 
Then, in the calm of every night, 
Thy nearing crown shall grow more bright, 

As burnished in the fray. 



130 THE TEMPI.I: HARP. 

TO-MORROW. 

Lodged, LyOrd, with thee to-morrow lies. 

It secrets hidden in the bud, 
And their unfoldment may surprise 

Us with their evil or their good. 

'Tis well the fruitage is concealed, 
Or we should toil with little zest. 

'Twere pain to have the ill revealed; 
The good would come not at its best. 

The sweets of hope the saint would lose. 
And languish, may be, for the goal; 

The sinner mercy's day abuse, 
And forfeit, in the end, his soul. 

It is a happy ignorance 

That lakes, from out a hidden hand, 
The daily dole of Providence, 

And asks no more to understand. 

'Tis thus, when trusting, Lord, in thee, 
We walk by faith, and not by sight; 

And thus, because we can not see, 
Our darkness is our surest light. 



THi: te:mple harp. 131 

OUR OPPORTUNITY. 

One life a mortal lives, 
Then doomed he is to die. 
One time for toil the Master gives, 
And fast its moments fly. 

Awhile we have a power. 
As that within a seed, 
To bloom into a beauteous flower 
And bear the bounteous deed. 

Once let our moments pass. 
We vainly are appalled ; 
In vain we sigh and cry, Alas! — 
They may not be recalled. 

The seed has lost its power, 
And has no future sun. 
To give unfoldment to the flower 
And let th.e deed 1)e done. 

Lord, help us so to spend 
Our moments ere they fly, 
That we may serve our being's end, 
And in fruition die 



132 THE Ti:mPI.e: harp. 

MY MISSION. 



Lord of my life, to thee I owe 

Whatever gives that hfe its worth. 

Nought good I am, or have, or know, 
Except as thou hast given it birth. 

Sure not for nought that Hfe was given; 

For nought thy blessings are not sent; 
But for the destinies of heaven 

They have some great and grand intent. 

Among the multitudes of men 

Thou hast not blindly cast my lot; 

Nor has thy providential pen 

Shown merely an unmeaning blot. 

A place there is for me to fill, 

A work my hands were made to do; 

Then help me, Lord, with ready will, 
My proper mission to pursue. 

Give me my vSavior's eyes to see; 

His sympathizing heart to feel; 
That so my daily life may be 

One act of consecrated zeal. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. I33 

DO THY WORK. 

Rouse thee, brother; Hfe is flitting; 

Spend no time in murdering time; 
Deem no la1)or unbefitting; 

Aught for Jesus is subHme. 

While a world of sinners dying 

Daily stands before thy view, 
Sit not thou, supinely sighing 

Some stupendous work to do. 

Face thy Avork and calmly view it; 

Yet be not content to view; 
Daily, hourly, nobly do it, 

For so much from thee is due. 

Work, as though the world's condition 
Could be much improved by thee; 

Pray, as though on each petition 
Hung creation's destiny. 



134 "^^^^ T^MPIv^ HARP. 

WHY STAND YE IDLE? 
Matt. XX. 6. 

Why stand ye idle all the day 

When God has given yon noble powers? 
Why let the moments flit away 

And leave a wreck of wasted powers? 
A mighty work remains to do, 
And he assigns a part to yon. 

Why stand ye idle all the day 

And leave yonr Master's work undone? 
Your life is w^earing fast away, 

With nought, perhaps, for him begun. 
Think what your idle hours will cost 
When once eternal life is lost. 

Why stand ye idle all the day, 

Encumbered with a thousand cares? 

From God you turn your heart away. 
Despising him and his affairs. 

On trifling things ye waste yoar time 

Who might be doing things sublime. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. I35 

Why stand ye idle all the day, 

With judgment sweeping swiftly on? 

When here your life has passed away, 
What will avail the trifles gone? 

Oh, choose his service while you may, 

Nor stand ye idle all the day. 



THE SINNER'S PLEA. 

Guilty, Lord, to thee I fly; 
Thou must save me or I die. 
This is all the plea I make: 
Save me, I^ord, for Jesus' sake. 

Look not at my life of sin; 
Look not at my heart within; 
Look at Jesus on the tree. 
Then in mercy look on me. 

If I could for sin atone, 

I would weep, and plead, and groan, 

But this only plea I make: 

Save me now, for Jesus' sake. 



136 THE TKMPLE HARP. 

YOUR WORK. 

Brothers ! there is work to do 
That is meant for none but you. 
Here a wanderer you can seek, 
There a pity you can speak, 
Or a message you can tell 
As no other can so well. 

He who portions out the work 
Grants no privilege to shirk. 
Not a day but brings its share; 
Hence there is no time to spare; 
Not a day of useless ease; 
Not a day the flesh to please. 

Up for Jesus, then, to-day! 
Seek some soul that goes astray; 
Thus find pleasure more sublime 
Than is found in wasting time; 
Burnish all your nobler powers 
With the wear of busy hours. 



THE TEMPI.E HARP. I37 

THE WORLD FOR JESUS. 

Go save the world for Jesus, 

Who bought it with his blood; 
Let holy ardor seize us 

To do as Jesus w^ould. 
Fear not to face affliction; 

Shrink not from toil and pain; 
Nay, smile at crucifixion, 

If we a soul may gain. 

Go bring the world to Jesus, 

Who waits to take it in. 
Such labor ought to please us. 

Who are redeemed from sin. 
Remember how he sought us. 

That we may seek the lost; 
Remember how he bought us, 

That we may spare no cost. 

Go bring the world to Jesus, 

For millions are astray. 
And he, the Master, sees us 

If we the work delay. 
Oh, do not dare to dally 

With thoughts of worldly ease, 
But rouse we for the rally, 

God's world for God to seize. 



138 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

AT THE MERCY SEAT. 

When with languid hearts we meet, 
Coldly at the mercy seat, 
Caring little to be there. 
What a weariness is prayer! 

When we feel our hearts on fire, 
Burning with divine desire, 
Glad that Christ invites us there. 
What a privilege is prayer ! 

When o'erwhelmed with awe we kneel. 
And his real presence feel, — 
Wliile communing with him there. 
What a luxury is prayer! 

Fan, O Lord, the smouldering fire; 
Stimulate the dull desire; 
Let us feel that thou art there, 
When we bend the knee in prayer. 



THK TEMPIvE HARP. 139 



PRAY ON. 

Pray on; for God, thy Father, knows 
Thy needs before they are exprest. 

Through pra3^er he would thy heart dispose 
To seek a refuge in his breast. 

Pray on; for should thy judgment err, 
Thou mayest be assured of this: 

That, as thy heart's interpreter, 
His answer will not be amiss. 

Pray on, until thy sense of need 
Shall melt the icy forms of speech, 

And bring thy glowing lips to plead 
In faith that has a farther reach. 

Pray on, until thy soul is nigh 

To where his presence may be felt; . 

So shall the treasures of the sky 
To thee with liberal hand be dealt. 

Pray on, until the power be thine 
To do the work that he demands; 

Filled with an energy divine. 

To thrill thy^heart and nerve thy hands. 



140 THE TKMPT^E HARP. 

THE HOUR' OF PRAYER. 

There is a calm, inspiring hour 
Which brings to me a secret power — 
A power my daily cross to bear, 
And triumph over every care. 

There is a sweet, reviving hour, 
As welcome as a summer shower, 
Whose gracious drops refresh my soul, 
And make the streams of gladness roll. 

There is a glad, expectant hour. 
Which dissipates the clouds that lower, 
And opens to my raptured view 
A glimpse of heaven's eternal blue. 

There is a great, triumphant hour, 
When even death shall lose his power; 
For I shall find my Savior there, 
With thee the precious hour of prayer. 



TH^ TI:mPLE harp. 141 



ASKING AMISS. 

Alas, O Lord! in ignorance 

To thee we often cry, 
When, in thy gracious providence, 

Thou must our prayer deny; 
For l^etter to deny thine own, 

However much we sigh, 
And give us Inxad who ask a stone, 

Than with our wish comply. 

When thus to thee, in ignorance. 

Petitions are addrest. 
The answer of thy providence 

Interprets the request. 
Then let us at the mercy seat 

In meek su.bmission rest. 
Assured thou answerest as is meet. 

In giving what is l)est. 



142 the: temple harp. 

THE FAITHFUL ONE. 

O Thou, whose eye can see 
Whate'er thy hands have made, 
In every need we turn to thee 
And ask thy gracious aid. 

Since thou hast deigned to make, 
Thou must be pleased to bless 
Thy children who thy promise take 
And walk in trustfulness. 

Yea, we have found thy grace 
A never-failing store ; 
For never have we sought thy face 
Without receiving more. 

Then still in thee we trust, 
To have our wants supplied. 
Thou hast provided, and thou dost 
And ever wih provide. 



THK temple: harp. 143 

BROTHERLY LOVE. 

How blest the sacred bond that makes 
Us one in Christian brotherhood! 

And dear the union that awakes 
Desires for one another's good. 

No other bond shoukl be so dear. 

No other union close as this, 
Which makes us one in Jesus here; 

One in our aims and sympathies. 

Nought born of earth should come between 
The hearts that Jesus thus unites; 

Nor aught our warm affections wean 

From those in whom our Head deHghts. 

Then let us all our burdens share, 

As we our mutual joys partake. 
What we for one another bear 

Is so much done for Jesus' sake. 



144 '^'^^ TEMPI^E HARP. 

MAN IMMORTAL. 

This life is not a breath, 
And then an empty void. 
There is a something after death 
That can not be destroyed. 

Yes, cavil as we will, 
And reason as we may. 
The soul asserts its being still, 
In spite of all we say. 

There is a restless thought, 
Which can not be supprest; 
There is a mentor comes unsought 
And speaks within the breast. 

It tells us that a spark 
Of being burns within; 
That should our sinning make it dark, 
It is not quenched l:»y sin. 

The soul shall ever be 
A spark uncpienchable; 
Its outlook as eternity; 

Its home in heaven or hell. 



the; te:mpi,e: harp. 145 

THE ALL-SEEING EYE. 

There is a sleepless eye 
That watches all our way; 
There is a record in the sky 
Of all we do and say. 

Our very thoughts are seen; 
Our motives all are known; 
Those thoughts and motives nought can screen 
Before a Judgment throne. 

There all will be revealed,. 
Our secret sins disclosed; 
Yea, what we thought the best concealed 
May be the most exposed. 

So faithful let us be 
That, when that day arrives, 
We may not blush nor fear to see 
The record of our lives. 



146 the; tempIvE harp. 

THE FOOL'S HOPE. 

"There is no God," the fool hath said, 
''No God that rules on high"; 

And yet he feels a guilty dread 
When called upon to die. 

He fain would live as sinners live, 

In reckless folly here; 
His life to sin and Satan give, 

Then die without a fear. 

But none can live as sinners live 

Without a guilty woe. 
To whom on earth their life they give, 

To liim at last they go. 

There is an everlasting God, 

Who made and judges men; 

And fools at length will feel his rod. 
And see their folly then. 



THE TKMPI.I: HARP. 147 

SOWING AND REAPING. 

Gal. vi. 7, 8. 

Life is the time, the heart the field, 
Where seeds of character are sown; 

And as we sow will be the yield. 
When once the crop is fully grown. 

Sow to the flesh, then sin will strike 

Its roots in our affections deep; a 

And like in time will bear its like, . 

When in eternity we reap. , 

To him whose will subjects the soul, 
Resisting conscience, earth and heaven, 

Continuing its usurped control, 
An endless impetus is given. 

Not death from nature's law has freed; 

He reaps not wheat who sowed but tares. 
By sin corrupted in the seed. 

Corrupt is all the fruit he bears. 

Oh, let us to the Spirit sow. 

That we may life eternal reap; 
In holiness unceasing grow. 

That we that character may reap. 



148 THE TEMPI^E HARP. 

THE DOWNWARD ROAD. 

There is a downward road 
That leads to death and hell, 
And sinners find the dark abode 
Where none but sinners dwell. 

Though smiling sins abound, 
To lure the soul along, 
In them no gladsome peace is founds 
To fill the soul w4th song. 

But disappointments mock, 
And sickly pleasures cloy; 
While fears of death the spirit shock, 
And so its peace destroy. 

If thinking of the end 
Can every pleasure blight, 
What must it be in hell to spend 
An everlasting night? 



TH^ Te:mPI.jE: harp. I49 

DIVIxNE LONGSUFFERING. 

Yet awhile the drunken throng, 
Wild with revelry and song, 
May with horror fill the night. 
And the eyes of day affright. 

Yet awhile, with bloody hand, ■ 

Crime may riot in the land; 
Vice go forth with shameless face. 
Glorying in its dark disgrace. 

Yet awhile may those at ease 
Live themselves alone to please; 
Zion's watchmen, on her walls. 
Daily drowse while duty calls. 

Yet awhile the lifted rod, 
Threatening in the hand of God, 
May forbear; but woe to all 
When that rod in wrath shall tall' 



150 THE TEMPLE HARP. 

WARNING. 

Willful, wayward, wandering soul, 
Thou art traveling towards a goal 
Where alone the wicked dwell. 
In the banishment of hell. 

Dreadful doom to dreadful place! 
Outcast from the God of grace. 
Woe of woes 'twill be to know 
That thy deeds have earned thy woe. 

God has wooed, is wooing still; 
Warned thee of the fruits of ill; 
Made thee tremble oft within, 
In the presence of thy sin. 

By thy conscience thus condemned, 
And the law thou hast contemned. 
Dreadful must it be to dwell 
In the banishment of hell. 



THE TEMPI,!: HARP. I5I 

THE PASSOVER. 

On Egypt, in the hush of night, 
The Lord Almighty showed his might. 
And with the shadow of his hand 
Laid low the firstborn of the land. 

But Israel's hosts uninjured stood, 
Their doorposts sprinkled with the blood; 
For where that symbol was in view, 
Its sacred meaning well he knew. 

Another solemn night is near. 
When death to sinners will appear; 
And they shall quail to feel its power. 
Like Egypt in that midnight hour. 

But all the blood-besprinkled band 
Shall go from earth to God's right hand. 
Then let us search our hearts with care. 
To find the blood of Jesus there. 



152 THE TEMPLE HARP. 



LOSING THE SOUL. 

Could mortal make the world his throne, 
And call its treasures all his own, 
Its sweets would not be sweet within 
While mingled with the gall of sin. 

With this brief life the scene would end, 
And deep remorse his bosom rend. 
Then what a hell his hell would be, 
When poor for all eternity! 

And yet for less are thousand sold: 
Immortals are exchanged for gold. 
More than a million worlds m worth 
They give to grasp a little earth. 

Eternal life is thrown away 
For the mere trifles of a day; 
A day that has so dark a night 
They think of it with dread affright. 

Where then the gain by sinners sought? 
They forfeit everything for nought; 
And only endless years in hell 
The story of their loss can tell. 



THE TEMPLIC HARP. 1 53 

DELAYING. 

When Jesus calls, Give me thy heart, 
In youth we often say. Depart! 
And so we turn our Lord away, 
To wait a more convenient day. 

Again he calls, in later years, 
With pleading voice and tender tears; 
But still we think the time unfit. 
And feel too busy to submit. 

Thus trifling on from day to day. 
We grow accustomed to delay; 
And so in sin our life is spent, 
And death decides ere we repent. 

O Savior! do not yet depart; 
Plead once again within the heart. 
Some soul, perhaps, will humbly bow 
And heed thy gracious pleading now. 



154 '•'HE TEMPLE HARP. 

NO PEACE IN SIN. 

O ye who stray from God, 
Along the paths of sin! 
Your conscience, with chastising rod, 
Allows no peace within. 

In vain you oft have sought 
Some lasting joy to find; 
In vain against your conscience fought, 
To gain a peace of mind. 

In vain to seek again 
The peace from which you stray. 
'Tis God that giveth peace to men; 
'Tis sin that takes away. 

Then se^k at once his face; 
From sin and folly cease; 
So shall you taste forgiving grace 
And all the joy of peace. 



THE Te:MPIvE: harp. I55 

CHOOSE. 
I. John V. 3. 

Come, man, and seek thy God; 
His pleasant service choose; 
He asks no grievous thing of thee; 
Then why shouklst thou refuse? 

'Tis thine to heed his call; 
From sin and death to flee; 
To love and serve as thou canst do, 
And be what thou canst be. 

'Tis his to save thy soul 
And give thee inward strength; 
To bring thee as a conqueror through 
To heaven, thy home, at length. 

Then come and seek his face 
In this, his gracious day; 
In Jesus find thy sins forgiven, 
And walk in wisdom's wav. 



156 THE TEMPIvE HARP. 

IN THE STORM. 

Lost on the dark tempestuous deep, 
The white waves bursting wild, 

The Lord lay wrapt in placid sleep, 
Like an embosomed child. 

''Save, Master!" the disciples cry; 

While on the tempest sweeps. 
'Teace, peace, be still!" is his reply; 

And then the tempest sleeps. 

So, oft, the sinner, conscience-tost, 
In weary anguish weeps. 

And, thinking he is almost lost. 
He mourns that mercy sleeps. 

But let him leave with Christ his sin. 
And prove his saving power, 

He then shall find a peace within 
Unknown until that hour. 



THE TEMPLE HARP. I57 

T^EPENTING. 

I long have trod the ways of sin, 
And vainly sighed for rest within; 
In vain have tried my heart to fill 
With all the empty husks of ill. 

In vain I mingled -with the throng, 
And joined their laughter and their song; 
In these, alas! I could not find 
What satisfied the heart and mind. 

Since rest in sin there can not be, 
My Father, I return to thee. 
Oh, do not spurn thy sinful child, • 
Though undeserving and defiled. 

In mercy pardon all my sin, 
And save me from its power within; 
Then guide me in the narrow way. 
And save me in thine awful dav. 



158 TH^ Te:MPI.E harp. 

MAKE A STAND FOR JESUS. 

Oh, make a stand for Jesus 

In this, his gracious day; 
Yes, make a stand for Jesus 

While now he says you may. 
The days and years are passing. 

And all will soon be past! 
Then what, ah! what awaits you, 

Should this one prove your last? 

Oh, make a stand for Jesus 

Ere comes the stress of life; 
Yes, make a stand for Jesus, 

To fit you for the strife. 
In living and in dying 

This Helper you will need. 
Who, when all others fail you, 

Will prove a Friend indeed. 

Oh, make a stand for Jesus, 

Who gave his life for you; 
Yes, make a stand for Jesus, 

And let your life be true. 
Leave not till some to-morrow 

Th« duty of to-day, 
But make a stand for Jesus 

While now he says you may. 



the: tkmpIvE harp. 159 

THE REWARD OF SIN IS SURE. 
Num. xxxii. 23. 

Across the path by sinners trod 
Is written, by the hand of God, 
A sentence none may safely doubt: 
"Be sure thy sin will find thee out." 

In vain it were to close the eyes; 
In vain the warning to despise; 
In vain the scoffer's jibes to share: 
That sentence still is flaming there. 

'Tis fixed as the eternal throne; 
Its truth by buried ages known; 
And so shall unborn ages, too. 
Find out how fearfully 'tis true. 

O wanderer in the downward way! 
Heed thou the warning word to-day. 
And from thy wanderings turn about 
Before thy sin shall find thee out. 



i6o the: temple harp. 

THE JUDGMENT DAY. 

Day of every day the greatest, 

Day for which all days were made, 

On the scroll of time the latest, 
Looked for long and long delayed, 

At thy coming 
Law and love will be displayed. 

Day of joy and day of terror; 

Day of hope and day of fear; 
Day of sifting truth and error; 

Day to doom and day to clear, — 
Saint and sinner 

Must before the Judge appear. 

Oh, for One, our interest serving, 
Who shall of the Judge procure 

Better than our bad deserving, 
Else our endless doom is sure. 

Mighty Savior! 
Thev who have thee are secure. 



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